A/N Thanks so much for the OOC definitions..I got a very enthusiastic
response! And I'll try and avoid that. Anyway, as everyone who tries to
write lines for Tobe knows, that it is HARD!!!
~Lady Arabella Sedai~ I actually knew that, and I am truly sorry -I actually made that mistake twice! I just haven't gotten around to changing it -I thought that you might appreciate another chapter more than a spell change. It's actually my comp's fault; it keeps spell checking and automatically correcting my mistakes. It thinks that "Mindelan" is a mistake. Anyway, it shouldn't do that again, 'cause I reprogrammed it. If you see another one, though, feel free to point it out!
~the FLAMER~ I would actually love it if you'd beta for me. That goes for anyone else, also!!!!! Just send me an email or a review if you'll consider it. Furthermore, just how many stories HAVE you read before mine? **Cowers in fright**
"Yes, Peliwin. There is one wagon between every six families." Kel said wearily, trying to stay cheerful. "Take only what you need, and hand in any saved food to our cooks. It'll just take up space, and if you give it to them they'll be able to feed it to you."
Finally, the girl nodded and went back to her family, who were standing a few yards away, watching their daughter protectively. After being hurt by her captures, she had abandoned her plans of marriage, at least for the present.
Kel almost sighed in relief, but stopped herself just in time. The stream of questioning refugees had continued through out the entire day, with VERY short pauses for meals. Finally, a few minutes ago, the dinner ball had rang -the sound of escape for Kel. She had just finished up a few more complaints before walking to the mess.
"Evening, Neal." She said as she sat next to him. "Merric." She began shoveling food into her mouth hungrily. 'Gods, I am STARVING."
Neal scowled icily at her. Merric grinned.
"Still haven't forgiven me, Neal? If you truly want me to recite your-er- POEM- back to you, I could. I think I can remember all of the gruesome details."
"No, no, that is QUITE all right." He said, looking pained, as Kel began to speak.
"Your eyelashes are as thick as a horse's mane..." She started, grinning gleefully.
"No- no, stop it, Kel!"
"Ancient Gallan limericks?" Merric asked dryly.
"Ancient Gallen limericks." Kel confirmed.
"You said the styles were the same!" Neal shrieked in shock.
Merric and Kel giggled. "Nevermind, Neal." They said together.
Neal scowled.
A/N Oh, yeah, harmless fluff. Oh yeah. Oh yah, in a big way. Sorry.....coffee icecream does this to me. MUAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Nnyway, luv y'all.
~Lady Arabella Sedai~ I actually knew that, and I am truly sorry -I actually made that mistake twice! I just haven't gotten around to changing it -I thought that you might appreciate another chapter more than a spell change. It's actually my comp's fault; it keeps spell checking and automatically correcting my mistakes. It thinks that "Mindelan" is a mistake. Anyway, it shouldn't do that again, 'cause I reprogrammed it. If you see another one, though, feel free to point it out!
~the FLAMER~ I would actually love it if you'd beta for me. That goes for anyone else, also!!!!! Just send me an email or a review if you'll consider it. Furthermore, just how many stories HAVE you read before mine? **Cowers in fright**
"Yes, Peliwin. There is one wagon between every six families." Kel said wearily, trying to stay cheerful. "Take only what you need, and hand in any saved food to our cooks. It'll just take up space, and if you give it to them they'll be able to feed it to you."
Finally, the girl nodded and went back to her family, who were standing a few yards away, watching their daughter protectively. After being hurt by her captures, she had abandoned her plans of marriage, at least for the present.
Kel almost sighed in relief, but stopped herself just in time. The stream of questioning refugees had continued through out the entire day, with VERY short pauses for meals. Finally, a few minutes ago, the dinner ball had rang -the sound of escape for Kel. She had just finished up a few more complaints before walking to the mess.
"Evening, Neal." She said as she sat next to him. "Merric." She began shoveling food into her mouth hungrily. 'Gods, I am STARVING."
Neal scowled icily at her. Merric grinned.
"Still haven't forgiven me, Neal? If you truly want me to recite your-er- POEM- back to you, I could. I think I can remember all of the gruesome details."
"No, no, that is QUITE all right." He said, looking pained, as Kel began to speak.
"Your eyelashes are as thick as a horse's mane..." She started, grinning gleefully.
"No- no, stop it, Kel!"
"Ancient Gallan limericks?" Merric asked dryly.
"Ancient Gallen limericks." Kel confirmed.
"You said the styles were the same!" Neal shrieked in shock.
Merric and Kel giggled. "Nevermind, Neal." They said together.
Neal scowled.
A/N Oh, yeah, harmless fluff. Oh yeah. Oh yah, in a big way. Sorry.....coffee icecream does this to me. MUAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Nnyway, luv y'all.